I like to make walks in the morning time, ja, with my legs. And I was walking this morning, ja around here, and I see two, two guys, two guys, they are, I think they are hobos, hobos, you know, men of the streets. And they are making an argue, you know, "fight fight fight", not with fisties, with mouth, mouthies, just very rude and things. And then one man say "man, suck my dick!".

What? You?

Why you say that, what?

This is making no sense. Why are you say this? This is a silly. This is a silly and danger. The you, you are saying to the man, "Listen, you. We are not friends. We have make establish of this from all of these argumentatings prior. But, please now take my most valuable and sensitivity possesion in my body. It have no protection, it have no helmet or something, no no, its just flopsy and sensitivity. Please take it, because we are not friends (what?) and place it inside now a hole of you, that is owning many many objects for crunching and destruction. Please, I trust you, for zero reasons, also we are fighting but no, I would like this, you to take my pipi please, and treat it like a lollipop as I have requested here."

Treat it like a lollipop, of course you shall do this. You should definitely not treat it like a hamburger, like a hamburger aurgh aurgh, no, of cour- what? Of course, of course this man shall make your pipi into a luncheon, hau hau. He shall not be nice and make it a lollipop, he do not like you, he's not your friend. Do not give this man your pipi, your, it's a hamburger, it's a whopper for this person. Or a big mac. Or what is, I don't know, what is, what is equivalent for your pipi, a white castle burger.

But do not do it!

Stop it!

I do not give my pipi like this to, to a friend, and make this requesting! Of course not for enemy man. You are only owning one pipi! You are not like a man, I am now make a guess, from the national geographic show where "man has 500 pipis just surround his torso", he may give one of the pipis to a man and say "suck my dick", because now I still have 499 pipis. What? No! You cannot do this, you are only owning one pipi, protection it please. Don't say this, say another insulting like "hey man you smell bad and your face look like a goose".

rock paper scissors is stupit gaem

Why do peoples, play rock paper scissors. The, is stupid stupid game. It does not work. The logic is really not right. If you are rock, and you are fighting scissors, I understand it. Rock, you winning. Scissor good luck, you know you, you can now not cut other things because rock has crush you good. If you are scissor, and paper coming round the corner, and looking at a, looking at a nice street sign or what, bye bye. You know, you are now oragami swan or something. Good job scissor. But, if you are paper, and you see some rock, okay, ja, you do this, what- what is this? Like a hat, you know. This does not hurt a rock, this help a rock, okay? Rock now does not have, sunburns, rock can have bad hair day and paper has help out, this is a positive relation. This is like the birds on the elephant back. Are eating all of the poop away from elephant back, and symbiotic here, okay? So, no more with this, this is stupid. Change. Not rock paper scissor, Rock paper dynamite, right? If i'm rock, and he come dynamite, hsssss- Guess who win this one! Yeah not rock. Rock become sand. Rock scissor dynamite.

Rock, Paper, Scissors is often dismissed as a trivial game, and while it can be a fun and quick decision-making tool, its simplicity also exposes its limitations. The game operates on a basic premise: each of the three elements—rock, paper, and scissors—can defeat one and be defeated by another. This cyclical relationship creates a balanced game in theory, but in practice, it lacks depth and strategic complexity.

One major criticism is its reliance on chance rather than skill. The outcomes are purely random, meaning that success depends on luck rather than any developed abilities or strategic planning. For serious decision-making or competitive scenarios, this randomness is insufficient and can be seen as unsatisfactory. Additionally, the game's simplicity makes it less engaging over time, as it fails to provide the intellectual stimulation or strategic layers found in more complex games or decision-making methods.

Furthermore, Rock, Paper, Scissors does not account for context or nuanced considerations, which are often crucial in real-world scenarios. Its binary outcomes are not equipped to handle the complexity of human decision-making, making it a less effective tool for serious choices. In summary, while Rock, Paper, Scissors is a fun diversion, its limited scope and reliance on luck render it inadequate for more substantial applications.

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Alright, so you’re out there, enjoying your morning walk, the crisp air filling your lungs, the dew still fresh on the grass, birds singing like they’re auditioning for a nature documentary. It’s one of those moments where you’re in tune with the world, just a man, his legs, and the simple joy of being alive. But then—then!—you stumble upon this scene straight out of a social experiment gone wrong. Two guys, clearly not in the best shape, looking like they’ve seen better days, are locked in this intense verbal sparring match. You know, hobos, men of the streets, and they’re going at it like it’s the championship round of "Who Can Yell the Loudest?"

You pause, because let’s be honest, who wouldn’t? It’s like watching a car crash—you don’t want to look, but you can’t help it. They’re flinging words at each other like they’re in some kind of linguistic duel, no punches thrown, just pure, unfiltered verbal chaos. And then, in the midst of this back-and-forth, one of them just drops it like a bomb—"suck my dick!" And you’re standing there, frozen, trying to make sense of what you just heard, like, "Wait, what? You? You said that? Why?"

Your brain is working overtime, trying to decode this because, let’s face it, it’s like someone threw a wrench into the gears of logic. You’re struggling to process it, because it’s not just silly—it’s absurd, dangerous even! Let’s break it down, piece by piece. Here’s a guy, right? He’s in an argument with another guy, someone who clearly doesn’t like him, maybe even hates him. And what does he do? He offers up his most valuable, most sensitive possession—his pipi. This isn’t just any part of the body, no, this is the part. The part that, under normal circumstances, you protect at all costs, like it’s the Hope Diamond or the Mona Lisa of body parts.

But here he is, in the heat of an argument, basically saying, "Hey, listen, I know we’re not friends. In fact, we’re probably enemies at this point, given how much we’ve been arguing. But, here’s an idea—why don’t you take my most vulnerable, most delicate asset, the one that has no armor, no protection, no helmet or shield, and just put it in your mouth? Yeah, that mouth, the one that’s been throwing insults at me, the one filled with teeth, which are basically nature’s tools for biting, chomping, and destruction. Please, put it in there, because I trust you completely despite all the evidence to the contrary."

What kind of logic is this? Seriously, what is happening here? This is like if someone in the middle of a bank robbery handed the robber their wallet and said, "You know what? I trust you to only take a little bit. Here’s my PIN number too, but please, just withdraw twenty bucks, okay?" No! That’s insane! You don’t do that! You don’t hand over something so precious, so irreplaceable, to someone who clearly doesn’t have your best interests at heart!

But this guy, he’s not thinking straight. He’s out here saying, "Treat it like a lollipop, please." As if that’s somehow going to end well! As if this other guy, this guy who doesn’t like him, is going to suddenly become all gentle and considerate. No, no, no. If anything, he’s going to treat it like a hamburger. You know, chomp, chomp, chomp—no mercy, no second thoughts, just pure, primal destruction. And that’s if he’s feeling charitable. Otherwise, it’s more like he’s going to treat it like a Big Mac in a fast-food frenzy, where he’s not even savoring the bite, just tearing into it because he can.

And let’s not even get into the worst-case scenario—a White Castle burger situation. Have you ever seen those things? They’re tiny, they’re quick, and they’re gone in seconds. Imagine your pipi, this delicate, precious thing, treated with the same level of care and consideration as a White Castle slider. It’s not going to be pretty. It’s not going to be gentle. It’s going to be a disaster.

So, stop it! Just stop! Why would you even think about saying something like this? What part of your brain thought this was a good idea? There’s no scenario where this ends well. You don’t just offer your pipi up like it’s some kind of peace offering or some bizarre way to end an argument. Especially not to someone who doesn’t like you! It’s not like you’ve got a backup pipi waiting at home, stored away just in case. You’re not that guy, the guy from the National Geographic special, "Man with 500 Pipis Surrounding His Torso." That guy? Sure, maybe he can afford to lose one or two in a moment of madness. He could be out there saying, "Suck my dick," and it’s no big deal because he’s got a whole collection. But you? You’ve only got one pipi. Just the one! And it’s irreplaceable!